Pirate's Swordsman

"Hahahaha, that's definitely not as good as him."

After listening to Lakilu's words, the red-haired man was not angry, but laughed:

"This kid is only twenty years old. When I was his age, I was still a trainee crew member on Boss Roger's ship."

"Oh, yes, Captain."

After talking about Xia Nuo, Lachilu suddenly remembered something, scratched his hair and said:

"Among the slaves rescued this time, there are many who want to thank you in person and ask to leave with us. How do you plan to deal with this?"

"Is it a pirate's ship? You're really big-hearted."

The red-haired man laughed and shook his head. After thinking about it, he nodded and said, "Bring them here. As long as there are not too many people, it doesn't matter if you bring some."

"Yes, Captain."

Lakilu turned and left. After a while, he led a group of people wearing black and white striped prison uniforms, who looked like slaves, to the bow deck of the ship.

There were about twenty or thirty people, both men and women, but most of them were young adults. As soon as they saw the red-haired man sitting on the head, they knelt on the ground and expressed their gratitude excitedly. Come.

"Thank you, sir, for saving us."

A young man who had one ear cut off kowtowed to the red hair several times and cried bitterly:

"If it weren't for you, I might have to be a slave to the Celestial Dragons for the rest of my life, and live a life worse than death."

"Just do it casually, you don't have to do this."

The red-haired man stood up in a hurry, helped the boy with one ear, and said comfortingly, "Don't worry, everything will be fine in the future."

When he was about to help the others, he suddenly noticed that one of the slaves did not kneel down, but stood there, looking at him dumbfounded.

It was a red-nosed clown wearing a tattered orange captain's hat and long blue hair. I don't know if it was because the weather was too cold, but two lines of clear snot dripped down, almost dragging them to the ground.

""

The red-haired man was stunned for a moment, and the newspaper in his arm fell to the ground with a clatter.

The two stared at each other, you looked at me, I looked at you, and after a long and strange silence, they simultaneously let out an incredible scream:

"Eh"

Red-haired Shanks, Bucky the Clown.

These two were once trainee crew members on the ship of Pirate King Roger. Twenty years later, they finally reunited outside the Celestial Dragon Manor as the four emperors and prisoners respectively.

The Grand Line, a remote sea area filled with mist.

Six huge pirate ships were cut into several pieces by unknown attacks, and they were floating in pieces on the sea. The pirates struggled hard, and the sounds of wailing and screaming could be heard everywhere.

"Is this the Shichibukai?"

"The Sword Qi Who Cuts"

"Why are there no ships left?"

On the damaged bow deck, a gorilla-like man with a mohawk and hair all over his body shivered, took off the captain's hat on his head, and crawled towards the cabin with difficulty.

However, at this moment.

"Where are you going?"

A low and calm voice sounded at this moment. The Mohawk Man's pupils shrank, and he turned his head tremblingly, as if looking at a demon, looking up at the figure walking over step by step.

It was a man wearing a burgundy patterned shirt, with a beard, a black top hat, and holding a broad cross sword in his hand.

The most eye-catching thing is his sharp yellow eyes like eagles. Just looking at each other unintentionally can make people feel palpitations and an invisible sense of oppression.

"The world's greatest swordsman, Hawkeye Mihawk"

The gorilla man with a mohawk head was shaking like chaff. He gritted his teeth and said sadly and angrily:

"It has been two years since I, the giant gorilla Vegeta, came to the Grand Line from the Western Sea. I earned a bounty of 100 million beli along the way, but I have never offended you. Why do you want to kill me?"

This is a question he hasn't thought about until now.

Apparently half an hour ago, he was happily eating barbecue and singing songs with his subordinates. In the distance, he saw a fool in the mist rowing a boat hard with a sword. He was also laughing, making up songs, clapping his hands and making fun of him.

But in the blink of an eye, when he was drunk, six pirate ships under his banner were suddenly cut into two halves at the same time.

The next moment, before he sobered up, he was horrified to find that the famous Hawkeye Mihawk had already boarded his ship and looked at him with a look like a dead man.

This doesn't make sense

The mohawk man, who was in a semi-drunk state, obviously did not connect the great swordsman in front of him with the rowing figure before.

""

Looking at the orangutan man lying on the ground with a sad and angry face, Mihawk was silent for a while, and then spoke softly after a while:

"You don't need to know, just be a fool and go on the road with peace of mind."

next moment.

The black knife was waved, a trace of blood rose up in the thick fog, and the body on the ground was cut into two pieces.

After sheathing the sword, Mihawk glanced at the pirates struggling and screaming in the sea around him, and shook his head slightly. He had no intention of killing anyone, but jumped off the bow of the ship and returned to the sea. In his own little boat that looks like a coffin board.

"The greatest swordsman in the world?"

Sitting on the boat, Mihawk remembered the pirate captain he had killed just now and called him his name before he died, with a look of contemplation in his eyes.

He has been carrying this title for a long time. Over the past many years, he has been quietly waiting for a younger swordsman to take it away, but unfortunately he has never been able to do so.

It was not until the past few months, as Xia Nuo's movements in the new world became more and more loud, and he defeated the general Aokiji and Kaido of the beasts, that the opportunity for change appeared.

Many public opinions around the world began to believe that the current number one swordsman in the world should be the Storm Swordsman Xia Nuo.

There are even many swordsmen who have set foot on the Grand Line. The first target they dream of challenging is no longer him, but Xia Nuo, who is now one of the Four Emperors.

This is normal.

After all, in recent days, even another Yonko Big Mom died at the hands of Xia Nuo.

In the eyes of the outside world, although he is the undisputed number one in strength among the current king's Shichibukai, there is still some gap between him and the four emperors.

Rumors, all kinds of things.

However, when something like this that would make most people extremely angry happened to him, instead of getting angry, Mihawk felt a little relieved.

"That guy, I just haven't seen him for a few years, is he already so strong?"

Mihawk looked up at the sky, as if he wanted to see the new world on the other side of the Red Earth Continent through the thick dark clouds.

"I happen to be free, so it's time to go see him."

The title of the world's greatest swordsman must have a recognized owner after all.

Even though the record of defeating two Yonko in a row was indeed too shocking, as a swordsman, it was naturally impossible for him to give up his title directly without a duel.

They haven't fought each other for nearly four years. Regarding Xia Nuo's current swordsmanship, Mihawk was slightly sighing, but also looking forward to it.

"I hope there will be a fun showdown."

He murmured in a low voice.

Driven by the waves, the boat drifted farther and farther into the mist.